A Typical Night

It's about 2:30 am and I'm feeding Trixie her bottle. The Missus is in the other room sleeping. We've started taking shifts and she's sleeping the 9pm-3am shift. So I have a half-hour before I get to sleep and I'm praying that the boy won't wake up until then. (I know that's not very nice, but I'm really tired and in no mood to be kind.)

Alas, the boy starts stirring. That means I have about two minutes before he starts screaming. There's nothing wrong with his lungs. I hate to interrupt Tessa when she's in the middle of gulping down her bottle, but I do so as I quickly put her down, take Adam out of his bassinet and put him down on the bed. So now we're all on the bed, and I'm feeding Tessa again.

Adam starts yelling. He's hungry. Tessa is resting in my left hand as I feed her with my right. I use my big chin to hold the girl's bottle upright as I reach over and turn Adam over. He's disoriented momentarily and stops crying while he tries to suck milk from the mattress. As soon as he realizes he can't get anything, he starts screaming. Then again I balance Tessa's bottle with my chin and turn him over. A moment of peace, before he realizes that he's still not getting fed.

This continues for a little while (that seems like nine hours) until finally the girl is done her bottle. I leave my screaming Speed Racer behind and go downstairs to make his bottle, burping Trixie as I go. (It's amazing what you can do with one hand.)

Upstairs again, I put the girl in her bassinet. The boy is brick red and still screaming, but calms down as soon as I pick him up and change him. The Missus is now awake due to all the fussing. It's only 2:45, but too bad! I'm going to sleep. I hand her Adam and a bottle and head for the guest room. Tomorrow is another day.